Dead Paranoid Poem by Earnest Gatuma

Dora khat don't squirt it!
Dodge catpiss or be swiped,
We coming for your bulging back,
Dabbed smells then dunky
A hoop or a defensive foul so nasty?
Not the rogue basketball.

An alley OOP shattered the board,
Choleric type A coach scolds,
'You think you Jordan? '
Now am indoors for an octopus' aquarium view;
Chronicles of stupid hobbies confined
'Better' I console myself,
'I'd cry if it were for the bench'.

I have a transcript
A poem about how I was castling then...
I was strangled by slimy tentacles.